WEEK 1-ENCOUNTER

Alone in the woods with no sound but me
I beg for your voice and I listen but i hear no sound but me
Looking out in the dark for that one ray of light
in my sights, no light, just the dark and me
I know you’re helping me but I need you to show yourself to me
I hold true to my integrity – so do you so if you are the holy spirit
and I have a spirit why can’t you integrate me
I’ve heard your words transcends race, religion, or creed
I come and spend time w/ you in your house but I need for you
to come home w/ me.
I am tired of being stuck in muck w/ indecision
There has to be more to you than just Sunday Morning religion
I need to encounter you in a way that I can understand

WEEK 2-DESTINY

So i’m gonna step out on a limb here
Open my mind, body, and soul and let the holy spirit in here
Stepping out of my crazy life w/ my daily strife
I desire a different life
I desire some colored motion to this still picture pictured still in black and white
To write a new story because honestly the current is starting to bore me
I am so done w/ my everyday of drowing in the dissension of repitition
I am done give others credit for my beautiful affliction
I am giving in and living in my literary addiction
Isn’t that why he was blamed, mamed, and slain
for me, and for you
To achieve our destiny we must continue to push through
Thats why im up late at night and i write until my hands are blue
My attempt to do what God has asked me to do
I want to live the life God has destined for me
I need to be the man God has ordained me to be
He is worth the risk of stepping out on faith
In our current comfort we can no longer exist

WEEK 3-CONNECTION

I UNDERSTAND THE FEELING OF FEELING THAT YOU NEED SOMEBODY
BEING ALL ALONE IN ROOMS FEELING LIKE YOU HEAR, SEE, OR CAN FEEL SOMEBODY
BUT THERE’S NOBODY THERE
I UNDERSTAND THE FEELING OF FEELING THAT NOBODY CARES
LIKE EVERYONE IS LIVING ON THE ISLAND
BUT YOU’RE STUCK IN THE BOAT
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MY LIFE HAS BEEN NAVIGATED MORE LONLINESS THAN I CAN FIT IN THIS POEM
END QUOTE
BUT THE LIGHT ALWAYS PIERCES THE DARK
LIKE PALE LEGS THROUGH FISHNET STOCKINGS
I’M LEARNING TO KEEP MY FAITH WHEN THE WINDS BEGIN TO BLOW
AND THE BOAT BEGINS ROCKING
I’M TRYING TO HOLD ON TO WHAT I WAS TOLD
SO LONG AS CHRIST LEADS THE WAY
I CAN FOLLOW HIM ALL THE WAY HOME
FOR NOW I’M ALONE LOOKING FOR SOMEWHERE I BELONG

WEEK 4-HEALING

he speaks and holds onto the last syllable
long enough for you to understand the first
his thirst
never quenched
though he drinks his tears
only to reshed the salt
that has dried up his evaporating sunshine
before it reaches the heavens
uncompleting his cycle
see his circles are uncomplete
no peace in his heart
just defeat
laughing in the mirror
because i always considered this feeling immune to me
until the day a man that never entered my life left
and permanently wounded me
nonchalant is what i assumed to be
until the day i realized that this man who was the other half of me
left w/ the other half of me that i will never know so w/ only one eye i wept
until a man who is not a man came in w/ an eternal broom and the pain he swept away
i will continue to walk the tight rope from earth to heaven until my i transition away